Method Man, RZA, 4th Disciple - Sub Crazy lyrics

Aight? Check it out (FUCK DAT)
Word, niggas smoke too fuckin' much man
(Check it out y'all, check it check it out)

We can all get by if we want now
Get a fat piece of the pie if we want
Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when
They want now
I will survive, recognize it be Tical

What up, ock? Niggas is strapped
Ready for war on the ill block
Things just ain't peace no more
Fuck it - if you ain't with me then forget me
Niggas tried to stick me, retaliation
No hesitation shifty (bitch)
Creepin' niggas in the dark
Triggers with no heart rippin' ass apart
I be swimmin' with the sharks now (yeah)
Stay out my water or it's manslaughter
Kid, you oughta start reachin'
For that nickle-plated auto-
Matic (f'real) my thoughts get sporadic (uh)
Loaded raps bustin' mad shots to ya attic
(woo)
They say this hazardous flow's a hazard
Straight from Hazzard County with a
Bounty on his head
And it said: "Wanted Dead or Alive"
I swear by the whites of they eyes
To never take a dive I will survive

Eeep opp, epp awpp, baaaaaaa
Here we go, start

Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin'
Like they want problems you want
'em? You got 'em
Rap contact, is writin' this exact-
Ly, the way it should, be, attack
Killer Beeeees on the swarm
Alaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an
The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism
I bust rhymes like jism
Impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom
Decipher, the stee, I be hyper
I dwindle the style
That rekindle like old flamesss
Sssssssaliva, check the wicked
Flows I delyvah
Oops, I mean delivers like the Hudson River
Styles be trite
Trife like a thief in the night
I be that sneaky-ass nigga bustin'
Nuts in yo wife
Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid
Flippin' on the mic, it's a classic